My entire body flushed with heat at his words. My lips parted, but I hesitated, embarrassment warring with the ache that consumed me. My heart pounded so loud I thought he could hear it.
But his lips pressed a lingering kiss just above my core, and the teasing made me shudder so hard that the word almost tore out of me.
“Please… touch me” I breathed, the sound so faint I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me.
"God, you're f*****g perfect," he murmured, leaning in to drag the flat of his tongue along my slit. "And you taste like heaven."
I gasped at the initial contact, my fingers curling into the sheets. Emiliano took his time, savoring my essence with slow, sensual strokes. He traced every inch of my p***y, from my entrance up to my throbbing c**t, as if committing it all to memory.
My hips
